Somehow we all are a chaotic mess of hundreads of wandering thoughts, emotions, feelings and reactions.
Searching for peace with hopeful eyes we all try to clear this chaotic mess but little do we know that we are beautiful and revishing just like that.
For chaos make us who we are.
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
